Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2013 12:35:04 GMT -8
Those who were born from a God who's power was focused on specific powers, Horus being Combat, Thoth being words of power, Set being flames and storms. That being said, people who harnessed elemental magic tended to be seen as chaotic, even dangerous. She saw no point in fearing it, if your opponents used flames and water, it would be good to know that your allies could protect you from them. Cleopatra found herself in the arena for no particular reason, perhaps an excess of energy. She strolled in around noon, wearing her usual attire, a loose fitting long-sleeved black shirt, and matching pants.
She moved to the middle of the arena, tapping into a well of energy within herself, slowly channelling it into a column around herself, slowly morphing into a small storm that proected her body, releasing a small trail of flame next to form a sort of flame cloak around her body. She closed her eyes, focusing on the amulet around her beck, yes, she did have respect for her father despite his crimes, but she couldn't say she loved him. But, of course, that remained to be seen, she'd never actually met him before.
During the course of these thoughts, she'd managed to forget that she needed to exercise caution, the flames growing larger than she'd intended, cutting the flow of energy instantly, the storm around her dispersing into the air. She sighed, pulling the amulet from beneath her shirt, looking down at it quietly. "Well...when're you going to show yourself?", she asked the inanimate object. No reply. "Do you even know I exist?" No reply. "Or have you been watching me...too afraid of how I'd react to meeting you?" Still no reply. "I'd like to meet you someday, you could give me advice on how to control fire and storm magic better...Dad..." She felt something like frustration and sadness build up suddenly, biting it back, "Keep that in mind, you know..."
She moved to the middle of the arena, tapping into a well of energy within herself, slowly channelling it into a column around herself, slowly morphing into a small storm that proected her body, releasing a small trail of flame next to form a sort of flame cloak around her body. She closed her eyes, focusing on the amulet around her beck, yes, she did have respect for her father despite his crimes, but she couldn't say she loved him. But, of course, that remained to be seen, she'd never actually met him before.
During the course of these thoughts, she'd managed to forget that she needed to exercise caution, the flames growing larger than she'd intended, cutting the flow of energy instantly, the storm around her dispersing into the air. She sighed, pulling the amulet from beneath her shirt, looking down at it quietly. "Well...when're you going to show yourself?", she asked the inanimate object. No reply. "Do you even know I exist?" No reply. "Or have you been watching me...too afraid of how I'd react to meeting you?" Still no reply. "I'd like to meet you someday, you could give me advice on how to control fire and storm magic better...Dad..." She felt something like frustration and sadness build up suddenly, biting it back, "Keep that in mind, you know..."